第1个回答 2022-06-25
1. Time slowed, and stilled. It was just the two of us, me murmuring in the empty, sunlit room.
(Jojo Moyes)
2. It couldn’t be worse than sitting in my room with the silence or the satellite news channel and the suffocating darkness of the curtains.
(Jojo Moyes)
3. Every morning I woke to the sound of the sea breaking gently on the shore, unfamiliar birds calling to each other from the trees. I
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4. The airline staff were solicitous and discreet, and careful with the chair.
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5. He had always been like that, our son – quite capable of doing the opposite of what was right, simply because he didn’t want to be seen to be complying, in some way. I don’t know where it came from, this urge to subvert. Perhaps it was what made him such a brilliant negotiator.
(Jojo Moyes)
6. He had always been like that, our son – quite capable of doing the opposite of what was right, simply because he didn’t want to be seen to be complying, in some way. I don’t know where it came from, this urge to subvert. Perhaps it was what made him such a brilliant negotiator.
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7. He had always been like that, our son – quite capable of doing the opposite of what was right, simply because he didn’t want to be seen to be complying, in some way. I don’t know where it came from, this urge to subvert. Perhaps it was what
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8. ‘I promise we’ll go somewhere for a blowout meal once the Viking is over. Or maybe once I’m on to carb loading.
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9. It was a warm evening, and all the windows were open in an attempt to catch the breeze.
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10. ‘Everything takes time, Will,’ she said, placing her hand briefly on his arm. ‘And that’s something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to. You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously. You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.’
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11. weaved my way through tables clad in white linen cloths and laden with more cutlery and glassware than I had ever seen. The chairs had gilt backs, like the ones you see at fashion shows, and white lanterns hung above each centrepiece of freesias and lilies. The air was thick with the scent of flowers, to the point where I found it almost stifling.
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12. The men were less interesting to look at, but nearly all had that air about them that I could sometimes detect in Will – of wealth and entitlement, a sense that life would settle itself agreeably around you.
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13. Will’s chair secured in the back, and his smart jacket hung neatly over the passenger’s seat so that it wouldn’t crease, we set off.
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14. This is the thing about growing up in a small town. Every part of your life is up for grabs. Nothing is secret – not the time I was caught smoking at the out-of-town supermarket car park when I was fourteen, nor the fact that my father had re-tiled the downstairs loo. The minutiae of everyday lives were currency for women like Deirdre.
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15. She possessed hair thick enough to be a wig, and a fleshy, sad face that looked like she was still dreaming wistfully of the white knight who would come and sweep her away. ‘I don’t
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16. ‘I worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen.’
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17. worked out what would make me happy, and I worked out what I wanted to do, and I trained myself to do the job that would make those two things happen.’
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18. Mrs Traynor gazed out of the windows, to where her precious garden had begun to bloom, its blossoms a pale and tasteful melding of pinks, mauves and blues.
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19. ‘I just … can’t bear the thought of you staying around here forever.’ He swallowed. ‘You’re too bright. Too interesting.’ He looked away from me. ‘You only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.’
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20. just … can’t bear the thought of you staying around here forever.’ He swallowed. ‘You’re too bright.
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21. don’t think we can afford to be picky at the moment,’ he said, ignoring Mum’s protestations.
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22. ‘Is it because he’s good looking?’ I demanded. ‘Is that it? Would it all be so much easier for you if he looked like – you know – a proper vegetable?’
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23. Will watched me, his face impassive.
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24. I normally tuned out at this point, but all I could think of now, with Will beside me, was how inappropriate it was. Why couldn’t he have just said something vague and left it at that?
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25. They began to talk, Dad telling some other story against me that made him and Mum laugh out loud. It was good to see them laughing. Dad had looked so worn down these last weeks, and Mum had been hollow-eyed and distracted, as if her real self were always elsewhere. I wanted to savour these moments, of them briefly forgetting their troubles, in shared jokes and familial fondness.
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26. Not to me it didn’t. Just for once, I was quite enjoying being the focus of attention. It might sound childish, but it was true. I loved having Will and Dad laughing about me. I loved the fact that every element of supper – from roast chicken to chocolate mousse – was my favourite. I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister’s voice reminding me of who I had been.
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27. He and Dad had quickly found a shared point of reference, which turned out to be my general uselessness.
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28. Nathan carefully negotiated Will’s chair up and into our narrow hallway.
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29. I laughed so hard the bus driver asked me if my lottery numbers had come up.
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30. Normally, at night, it was bathed in a kind of orange glow from the lights dotted around the fortress wall. But tonight, under a full moon, it seemed flooded in an ethereal blue.
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31. Normally, at night, it was bathed in a kind of orange glow from the lights dotted around the fortress wall.
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32. Out of the cold, and away from the crowds, he appeared to have cheered up a little. He had begun to look around him, instead of retreating back into his solitary world. My stomach began to rumble, already anticipating a good, hot lunch.
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33. ‘We’ve got a steak dinner riding on you!’ I watched him vainly trying to make ground, his nostrils dilated, his ears back against his head. My own heart lurched into my mouth.
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34. ‘We’ve got a steak dinner riding on you!’ I watched him vainly trying to make ground, his nostrils dilated, his ears back against his head.
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35. They looked warm and cosy, and I suspected that was the Premier Area, listed next to some stratospheric price on the board in the ticket kiosk. They
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36. There are places where the changing seasons are marked by migrating birds, or the ebb and flow of tides. Here, in our little town, it was the return of the tourists.
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37. ‘That’s it!’ Dad’s roar broke into the silence. ‘I’ve heard enough! Treena, go into the kitchen. Lou, sit down and shut up. I’ve got enough stress in my life without having to listen to you caterwauling at each other.’
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38. ‘Katrina, calm down.’ Mum appeared in the doorway, her rubber gloves dripping foamy water on to the living-room carpet. ‘We can talk about this calmly. I don’t want you getting Granddad all wound up.’
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39. ‘We can talk about this calmly. I don’t want you getting Granddad all wound up.’
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40. Several people around us in the crowd swivelled their heads. My sister was laughing. She could talk about sex like that. Like it was some kind of recreational activity. Like it didn’t matter.
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41. telling me in hushed tones how bright she was, as if her brilliance wouldn’t mean that by default I lived in a permanent shadow.
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42. ‘Don’t lecture me, Treen.’
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43. ‘Don’t lecture me, Treen.’ ‘Well, someone’s got to! You’re
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44. It was as if everything had shifted, fragmented and settled in some other place, into a pattern I barely recognized.
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45. It was as if everything had shifted, fragmented
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46. When they told me at the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths.
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47. When they told me at the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths. Now I look back and I must have seemed quite mad. I stood in my garden that cold
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48. When they told me at the hospital that Will would live, I walked outside into my garden and I raged. I raged at God, at nature, at whatever fate had brought our family to such depths. Now I look back and I must have seemed quite mad. I stood in my garden that
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49. (I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.)
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50. Steven was poking at the log fire. He manoeuvred the remaining half-burnt logs expertly with a poker, sending glowing sparks up the chimney, then dropped a new log on to the middle. He stood back, as he always did, watching with quiet satisfaction as the flames took hold, and dusted his hands on his corduroy trousers.
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51. now. I watched the whole of human life come through my court: the hopeless waifs who couldn’t get themselves together sufficiently even to make a court appointment on time; the repeat offenders; the angry, hard-faced young men and exhausted, debt-ridden mothers.
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52. He didn’t seem to hear me for a minute. His head was sunk in his shoulders, the earlier relaxed expression replaced by a veil. Will was closed off again, locked behind something I couldn’t penetrate.
(Jojo Moyes)
53. ‘Scratch my ear for me, will you? It’s driving me nuts.’
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54. ‘You’re just used to lesbian tea,’ I said. ‘All that lapsang souchong herbal stuff.’
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55. Someone had opened a window, and occasional bursts of laughter filtered out into the thin air.
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56. Someone had opened a window, and occasional bursts of laughter filtered out into the thin
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57. Inside, we could hear the dull drone of the vacuum cleaner.
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58. It was as if with the slight lifting of temperatures everything had suddenly decided to look a little bit greener. Daffodils had emerged as if from nowhere, their yellowing bulbs hinting at the flowers to come. Buds burst from brown branches, perennials forcing their way tentatively through the dark, claggy soil.
(Jojo Moyes)
59. It was as if with the slight lifting of temperatures everything had suddenly decided to look a little bit greener. Daffodils had emerged as if from nowhere, their yellowing bulbs hinting at the flowers to come. Buds burst from brown branches, perennials forcing their way tentatively through the dark, claggy soil.
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60. Patrick’s job, his whole social life now revolved around the control of flesh – taming it, reducing it, honing it.
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61. Spring arrived overnight, as if winter, like some unwanted guest, had abruptly shrugged its way into its coat and vanished, without saying goodbye. Everything became greener, the roads bathed in watery sunshine, the air suddenly balmy. There were hints of something floral and welcoming in the air, birdsong the gentle backdrop to the day.
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62. Spring arrived overnight, as if winter, like some unwanted guest, had abruptly shrugged its way into its coat and vanished, without saying goodbye. Everything became greener, the roads bathed in watery sunshine, the air suddenly balmy. There were hints of something floral and welcoming in the air, birdsong the gentle backdrop to the day. I didn’t notice any of it. I had stayed at Patrick’s house
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63. Spring arrived overnight, as if winter, like some unwanted guest, had abruptly shrugged its way into its coat and vanished, without saying goodbye.
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64. I scribbled everything down on a notepad. I was afraid of getting anything wrong. ‘Now
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65. ‘But you do physio and stuff with him.’ ‘That’s to try and keep his physical condition up – to stop him atrophying and his bones demineralizing, his legs pooling, that kind of thing.’
(Jojo Moyes)
66. ‘The big what?’ ‘Triathlon. The Xtreme Viking. Sixty miles on a bike, thirty miles on foot, and a nice long swim in sub-zero Nordic seas.’ The Viking was spoken about with reverence,
(Jojo Moyes)
67. ‘You can’t blame her,’ he said. ‘Are you really telling me you’d stick around if I was paralysed from the neck down?’
(Jojo Moyes)
68. It was the woman I noticed first. Long-legged and blonde-haired, with pale caramel skin, she was the kind of woman who makes me wonder if humans really are all the same species. She looked like a human racehorse.
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69. He could move his hands a little, but not his arm, so he had to be fed forkful by forkful.
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70. ‘I’m really desperate to use my brain again. Doing the flowers is doing my head in. I want to learn. I want to improve myself. And I’m sick of my hands always being freezing cold from the water.’ We both stared at her hands, which were pink tinged, even in the tropical warmth of our house.
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71. Since Thomas was born, he and Treena had moved into the bigger room, and I was in the box room, which was small enough to make you feel claustrophobic should you sit in it for more than half an hour at a time. But
(Jojo Moyes)
72. There was a brief silence. Treen’s voice turned uncharacteristically conciliatory. This was really worrying.
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73. The nearest eating place was a gastropub, the kind of place where I doubted I could afford a drink, let alone a quick lunch.
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74. While she flicked through her folder of papers, I gazed surreptitiously around the room.
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75. That it would be harder to get up in the morning than when you were rudely shocked into consciousness by the alarm.
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76. ‘Um … Have you ever considered joining the entertainment industry?’ ‘What, as in pantomime dame?’
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77. ‘But you’ve got to look at the positive side. You knew you couldn’t stay at that place forever. You want to move upwards, onwards.’
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78. and somehow this had been enough for the whole teetering edifice that was my parents’ finances to finally collapse.
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79. My voice cut into the silence. The words hung there, searing themselves on the little room long after the sound had died away.
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80. Her gaze had that X-ray thing that it had held since I was a kid.
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81. The roads are slick with water, the grey light shining on the mirrored pavement.
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